1900Rugrat – Way 2 Geeked [Official Video]

“Way 2 Geeked” off ‘Porch 2 The Pent’ out now!!!

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LYRICS:
B*tch I’m way too fried, I got way too geeked
I’m all in the sky, been here for a week
Get them birds gone, I ain’t talking bout beats
I been smoking stank, shorty say I reek
Bitch I’m way too fried, I got way too geeked
He say that I’m taxing, b*tch I ain’t got nothing for cheap
Ain’t no two for ones, you paying one a piece
This a money hat, it’s bout only one of these
G19 my fire, and 2 3 right with me
B*tch I’m way too fried I’ve been way too geek
I hit Wafi every time a cr*cker touch down in the A
B*tch I’m geeked but your a** might get fried up like fish filet
Verse
Y’all I’m tryna spend some money, I got too much in my bank
TSA lookin’ at me funny, knew the dufflebag stank
That boy shootin’ at the street, what you beefin’ with the pavement?
I ain’t never seen you with no paper, what you beefin’ with the banker?
I take percs to calm my anger, get em gone ain’t lift a finger
B*tch wanna f*ck me at my show but my dukes said say no strangers
Playin with paint just like a layup
Lil’ bro died and f*cked my day up
Ma dukes had took the pole what the f*ck she say, stay safe for
I ain’t f*ckin’ with you if you werent with me on the way up
I don’t take no addys, bitch I’m off these percs, its hard to stay up
Roll this 3.5 fat as hell, call that b*tch a Dave Blunt
I’m f*ckin’ shawty face but I ain’t tryna f*ck her lace up
I den hit the… with the… call that b*tch a lace front
I don’t know what time I’m on, I don’t even gotta say nothing
Back strong as hell, Unc talkin’ bout his face numb
Walkin’ with my chest high, you got pressure better say something
I’ve been with them zombies like I’m toting on a ray gun
Flash on the K, diss b*tch blind, it sound like Ray Charles
Call Tate, I need more K’s, troll taking off
Used to pop off on them handlebars like they candy bars
Fine sh*t with me, she look something like Remi Ma
Yeah you put that sh*t on, baby well gon’ head take it off
Yeah, that sh*t look good, mama, go ahead, take it off
I’m selling the white girl, I ain’t talm bout Shake It Off
I’m tryna fuck on Taylor Swift
Bad Chocolate h*e, I think she want vanilla, b*tch
Something like a pack of cigarettes, we packin’ hella sticks
If you don’t want no smoke, better stop inhaling it
B*tch I’m way too fried, I got way too geeked
I’m all in the sky, been here for a week

Get them birds gone, I ain’t talking bout beats
I been smoking stank, shorty say I reek
Bitch I’m way too fried, I got way too geeked
He say that I’m taxing, b*tch I ain’t got nothing for cheap
Ain’t no two for ones, you paying one apiece
This a money hat, it’s bout only one of these
G19 my fire, and 2 3 right with me
B*tch I’m way too fried I’ve been way too geek
I hit Wafi every time a cr*cker touch down in the A
B*tch I’m geeked but your a** might get fried up like fish filet